Today is the 2nd anniversary of the last time I spoke to my mom.
I had gone to run an errand — either to the grocery store or the bank or something quite routine — when I remembered it was my mom’s birthday. Most people call their parents and loved ones the morning of their birthday, but I always saved my calls to mom for later in the day. We’d had a rocky relationship for years and some argument would inevitably arise every time we spoke to each other. I’d rather not start my day arguing with my mom, so I always called her in the late evening.